Wait a bit, my dear, until they've steadied down again....

Y'see they take a lot of driving, and I don't want to lay an accident on top of that unholy shindy....' He spoke in jerks.

The roans were inclined to 'show nasty' as Moongarr Bill came abreast of them, and Wombo's pack jingled behind.

McKeith gave Moongarr Bill directions about the camp in Bush lingo, which again turned Bridget's thoughts.
The black boy and the stockman spurred on as the roans slackened pace.
McKeith was able to relax the strain.
'My word! we scooted pretty quick out of that piece of scenery,' he said.

'I felt downright mad at your being let in for such a disgraceful bit of business.